"And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...Maco Dralfoy!  Whoops... I mean, Draco Malfoy!"  (A/N- ok, I know it's random, but come on...)

As soon as Draco Malfoy stepped onto the stage, the soft murmur of people talking died out.  He walked onto the stage with a big cast on his leg, and a crutch in one hand; and a saxophone in the other.  He waved at the audience with a sort of grimace on his face as someone brought out a chair for him.

"Hello gentlemen, and especially ladies!" he began, his drawling voice sounding very forced, as if he was in great pain but trying not to show it.  "I had a slight accident before the show, but have decided to perform for you nevertheless.  It seems I had been innocently riding my broomstick-"

Suddenly, a new voice rang out through the hushed room.  "And I'll break your other leg if you so much as TRY to TOUCH my broomstick again!"  And there was a very angry Oliver Wood.  Suddenly, Draco didn't look quite so composed.

"Yes- well.  Er- I'm going to be playing the saxophone for you tonight."  Draco nervously fidgeted on his chair, passing quick glances at Wood, until the lights dimmed, and a spotlight came onto the stage, only illuminating Draco.  He put down his crutch, picked up the sax, took a deep breath, and began a slow blues tune, deep and full of (A/N- I really don't understand how...) emotion.  The crowd was silent the whole time, except for Oliver Wood talking under his breath, and a certain young lady with a face like a pug that was squealing every now and then, eyes bright and mouth slightly open.  The song didn't last too long, but Draco was undoubtedly a good player- he pulled off the song very well.  As he played his last note, a sort of eruption took place in the pub.  However, it wasn't all good.  A few snotty-looking girls were absolutely screaming their heads off, but most of the men seemed to be incredibly annoyed for some reason.  And the tension mounted higher, Harry's voice came on over the loudspeaker,

"And now, lets hear our bids!"

"60 sickles!" yelled one girl.

"80 sickles!" yelled another.

"One galleon!" screamed the girl that had been squealing earlier- Pansy Parkinson.

"Two galleons!" shouted the first girl.

"No!!  Three!"  And with that, the battle of the ladies began.  But the men weren't very calm either.

"That's my saxophone!" yelled one.

"That's my chair!!" yelled another.

"Well he stole MY broomstick!!" shouted Oliver Wood repeatedly.  And with that, the shouting turned into a full-out brawl, with all the men fighting each other, and all the women fighting each other as well- though no one was really sure why.  Had Malfoy not been running, crutch and injury forgotten, towards the backstage after seeing some men fighting to get to him with extremely angry looks on their faces, he probably would've been smirking.

And as Harry actually came out onto the stage, yelling at everyone to be quiet, the room gradually fell silent again.

"Thanks-" said Harry, until he saw that the majority of the people had been knocked out.  There was only one girl and the group of goblins, looking very boisterous, still upright.  The girl was Pansy Parkinson, and as she yelled, "Four galleons" before falling unconscious as well, but with a pleased look on her face, Harry had no choice but to give her the date.  Draco would be quite disgruntled later on, as he would find her backstage waiting for him with a very strange look on her face.

Meanwhile, Harry was trying to figure out what happened- until he saw that all of people had empty punch glasses in their hand, and the goblins had an extremely large bottle of Odgen's Old Firewhiskey, completely empty, at their table.  A shower of cold water came from Harry's wand and everyone came to- looking extremely content, except for those who were rubbing their heads, mumbling. 

"Well, I'm sure we've all had our fill of refreshments, but we still have some contestants left!" Harry said, rather nervously, to the bewildered crowd.  He quickly added, "And now lets bring back our second contestant, Ron Weasley, who has recovered and is very excited..."

(A/N- I wanted to be mean to Draco, but I'm afraid of all you crazy people out there that like him, so I decided to be neutral... wow I'm such a wimp!  I hope you liked this one... I didn't as much, but I'm trying to get back into this fic, cuz  I like it so much...)